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 China and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.