Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.