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 France and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.