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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.