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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
the Germs,
The Move,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.