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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.