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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.