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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.