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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.