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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Chrome 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Television,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.