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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
JFA,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.