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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.