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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.