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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.