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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.