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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.