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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
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Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.