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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.