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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.