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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.