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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.