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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.