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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.