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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.