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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.