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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
CMW,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.