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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.