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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.