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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.