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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.