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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.