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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.