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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Scion,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.