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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.