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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 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 David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.