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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Smog,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.