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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.