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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.