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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Hashim,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.