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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.