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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.