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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.