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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.