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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Skriet,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.