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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.