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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.