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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.