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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Organ,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.