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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.