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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.