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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.