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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
the Association,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.