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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.