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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Index,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.