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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.