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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.