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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.