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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.