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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.