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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.