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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.