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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.