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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.