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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.