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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Flipper 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Wire,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.