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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Television,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
June Days,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.