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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.