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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
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,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
UT,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.