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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.