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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.