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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.