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 Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.