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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Organ,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.