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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Nico,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.