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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.