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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
X-101,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.