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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.