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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.