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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
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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.