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 Liberia and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.