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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.