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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Oneida,
The Busters,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.