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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.