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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.