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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Index,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.