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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.