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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.