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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.