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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.