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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.