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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Smog,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.