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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.