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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Faust,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
The Busters,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.