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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Technova,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.