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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
X-101,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.