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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.