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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.