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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
cv313,
The Associates,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.