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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.