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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.