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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.