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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.