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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.