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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.