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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.