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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.