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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.