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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.