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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.