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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.