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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.