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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.