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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.