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 Vietnam 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.