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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.