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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.