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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Faust,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.