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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.