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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.