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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.