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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.