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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '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 Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.