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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.