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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.