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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 güiro 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.