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 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Names,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.