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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.