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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.