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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Trojans to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson 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 rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.