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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.