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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.