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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
The Doors,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.