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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.