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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
AZ,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.