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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.