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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.