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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
AZ,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.