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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.