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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.