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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.