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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.