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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.