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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.