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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.