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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.