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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Interpol,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.