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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.