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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Martian to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.