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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
UT,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.