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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.