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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.