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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Television,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.