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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.