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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.