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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Wire,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.