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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Excepter,
Audionom,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.