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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.