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 Nauru 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.