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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.