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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Technova,
Scion,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.