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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.