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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Raincoats to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.