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 Nauru 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
JFA,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.