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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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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.