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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.