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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 JFA to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.