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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
New Order,
MDC,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.