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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.