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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 organ 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Mars,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.