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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.