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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Visage,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.