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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deakin 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.