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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.