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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Skaos,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
The Victims,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.