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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.