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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.