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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.