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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Faust,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.