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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.