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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Deakin 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.