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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Yazoo,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.