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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
June Days,
The Names,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.