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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.