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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.