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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.