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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.