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 and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Can to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Q65,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.