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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.