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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.