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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.