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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Fear,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.