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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Audionom,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.