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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.