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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
New Order,
Fear,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.