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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
ABBA,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Can,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.