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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.