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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.