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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.