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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.