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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.