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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.