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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.