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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.