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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.