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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Brick,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.