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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.