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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.