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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.