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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.