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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.