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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.