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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
The Index,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.