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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Mars,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.