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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
CMW,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.