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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.