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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.