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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.