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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.