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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
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.