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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.