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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.