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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Television,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.