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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.