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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Wire,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.