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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.