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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Organ,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.