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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.