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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Mars,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.