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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Technova,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.