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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.