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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.