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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.