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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.