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 Andorra and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.