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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.