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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.