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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
June Days,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.