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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.