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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
The Index,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.