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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.