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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.