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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pylon,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.