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 Comoros and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.