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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Make Up,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.