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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Black Pus,
UT,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.