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 Israel 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.