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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.