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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.