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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.