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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Star Department to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.