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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
PIL,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.