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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
DNA,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Gong,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.