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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
June Days,
The American Breed,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.