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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.