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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.