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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.