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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.