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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.