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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.