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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.