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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.