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 Serbia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.