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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.