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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.