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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.