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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Television,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.