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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.