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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.