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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.