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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.