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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
AZ,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.