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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Faust,
Index,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.