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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.