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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.