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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.