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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.