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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.