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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the rock 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Vogues,
MC5,
Brick,
ABC,
Q65,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.