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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.