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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.