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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
AZ,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.