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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.