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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Wings,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.