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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.