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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
AZ,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.