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 France and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
ABC,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.