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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.