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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.