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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.