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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.