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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.