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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.