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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Can,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.