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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.