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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Nas,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.