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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.