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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
CMW,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.