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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Wings,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.