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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.