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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.