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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.