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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.