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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.