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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.