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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.