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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.