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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.