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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Green 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.