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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.