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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.