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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.