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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.