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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.