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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.