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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.