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 South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.