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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Index,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.