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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.