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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.