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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.