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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.