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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.