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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.