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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.