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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.