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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.