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 Kiribati 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.