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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.