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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Can,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.