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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.