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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.