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 Tonga and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.