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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.