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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.