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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.