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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.