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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.