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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.