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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.