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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.