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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.