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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.