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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.