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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.