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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.