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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.