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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.