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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Five Americans to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Pole,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Cameo,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.