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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.