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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.