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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.