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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.