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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.