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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.