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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.