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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.