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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.