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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
X-102,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.