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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.