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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.