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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.