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 Taiwan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.