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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Pole,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.