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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Brick,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
UT,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.