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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.