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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.