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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Franke,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.