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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.