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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.