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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.