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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
June Days,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Excepter,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.