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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.