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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Index,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.