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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.