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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.