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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.