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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.