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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.