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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.