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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Whodini,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.