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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.