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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.