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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Can,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.