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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Wings,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Mars,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.