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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.