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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Television,
UT,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.