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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.