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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.