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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.