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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.