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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
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.