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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Wire,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.