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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.