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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.