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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.