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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.