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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Gong,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.