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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.