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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.