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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.