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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Can,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.