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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.