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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.