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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.