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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Lyres,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.