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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.