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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Television,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.