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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.