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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.