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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
MDC,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.