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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.