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 Nauru and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.