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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
CMW,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.