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 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.