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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.