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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Can,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.