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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.