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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Five Americans 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.