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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.