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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.