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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.