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 New York.
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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.