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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.