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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.