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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.