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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.