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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.