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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.