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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.