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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.