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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.