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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.