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 States and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.