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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.