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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.