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 Russia and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.