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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Association,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.