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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.