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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
ABBA,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.