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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.