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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
X-101,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.