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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.