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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.