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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.