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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.