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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Gories to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.