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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.