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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Crime,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.