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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.