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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.