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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.