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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.