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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.