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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Mantronix,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.