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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Skarface,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.