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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Mummies,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
10cc,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.