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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.