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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.