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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Ludus,
The Cure,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.