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 East Timor and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.