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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.