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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.