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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.