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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.