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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.