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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
The Monks,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.