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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.