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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.