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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.