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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
June Days,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.