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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.