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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.