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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.