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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.