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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.