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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.