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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.