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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.