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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.