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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.