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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.