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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.