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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.