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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.