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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacob Miller 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.