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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Move to the grime 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.