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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.