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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.