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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Television to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.