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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.