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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
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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.