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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.