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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.