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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
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.