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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Roxette,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.