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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.