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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.