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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.