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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.