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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.