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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.