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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.