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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.