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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.