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 Cambodia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Brick,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.