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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.