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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Crime,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.