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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.