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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.