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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.