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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.