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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.